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When I'm playing Defiled Hearts: The Barbarian but I use the same MC I use in every game
Defiled Hearts: The Barbarian by @defiledheartsblog
Spanish School Martyrdom of St. Zoilus
Oil on canvas, 66 x 45 cm, 18th/19th century
I saw this and all I could think was "this is probably how the optio looks at our MCs from across the room" 😂 only less cute of course.
This is accurate 😂
The Sharpest Tongue (2)
There is, of course, a downside to being sharp tongued and every ready with the perfect put-down, as the fate of Zoilus reveals. He was a scholar living in the 4th century BC from the Thracian town of Amphipolis. According to the Roman historian, Vitruvius, poor Zoilus met with a grisly fate, either stoned in Chios or thrown alive on to a funeral pyre at Smyrna. Either way, Vitruvius opined, his…
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The Pot and the Kettle
You announce that all poets have terrible breath, Zoilus, And you pinch your offended nostrils whenever I talk. You’ve declaimed in my face for an hour and I’ll tell you, Zoilus, Even worse is the breath of a man who sucks cock.
--Hugo Jones (From an epigram of Martial)
Wilson, 2007
"You can only feel all these sorts of love if you’re uncowed by the question of whether a song will stand the 'test of time,' which implies that to pass away, to die, is to fail (and that taste is about making predictions). You can't feel them if you're looking for the one record you would take to a desert island, a scenario designed to strip the conviviality from the aesthetic imagination. When all these varieties of love are allowed, taste can seem less like a bunch of high-school cliques or a global conspiracy of privilege and more like a fantasy world in which we get to romance or at least fool around with many strangers."
What sorts of love? Wilson lists loving a song for its datedness, sentimentality, foreignness, exemplarity, popularity, or "meaningful unoriginality" (an Ann Powers phrase), and that's just the beginning. It's about risking the significance (and signifying) of your preferences to something it would be "safer" to ignore. It calls to mind Alain Badiou's In Praise of Love: "[Love] cannot be a defensive action simply to maintain the status quo. The world is full of new developments and love must also be something that innovates. Risk and adventures must be re-invented against safety and comfort." He's imploring philosophy to defend the passion of romantic love against efficiency and inescapable neoliberal forces, but it speaks to all the ways we account for our passions, friends, and (to use Wilson's language) tastes.
If you're into dissecting the twisted vanities of choosing music to love, I can't recommend this 33 1/3 book highly enough: Carl Wilson, Celine Dion's Let's Talk About Love: A Journey to the End of Taste (New York: Continuum, 2007).